Mother It bothers me When you leave As you know I'm alone And feel the world feels I'm a disease Grace Your red car Rotates-a welcoming Seldom sleeping be I seldom sleeping Keeping my fantasies seldom sleeping Mother I wish your company Instead of a.m. brawls Indeed, so lonesome here That even loneliness sheds no tear --My hapless drawl Mother My talks,of which--unlike no other Accustomed face,you praise--praise not I wore down the warming days --Seems as you've dis-appeared Disadvanting as consent, --disappeared brother--
We are broken for the sake of being forced to look away from the lights of our phantasies and into the true inutterable light of our inner sanctuary, the sanctuary but a cloud accumulation dissipating gradually to reveal a sun. I bid thee look thereupon, between the mist of tears, and begin the process of distillation known as LIFE. eMBeMLaHV (Many Blessings, Much Love, Healing Vibrations)
